Moving Day After

So I helped my buddy Billy move last Friday.  It was not a lot of stuff and I was certainly happy to do it.  It was a tich (I maintain that is a word despite Merriam Webster's objection) hot though, as in 96 and humid as hell.   The move took about three hours and when I got home I laid down for a bit.  I felt fine that night but Saturday morning I woke up and no joke could not even move my arms.  I'm not kidding, it was scary.  I called out to Heather and she came in, saw me and said it was off to the walk in center.  I assumed that it was the heat and the fact that I ate 3 Pringles the day before so I asked her to get me some Gatorade and an egg to see where that got us.  It helped, around an hour later I felt much better, not great but better.  We had to go to a birthday party so I had to jump in the shower.  Heather had taken my blood pressure which is usually 140 over 80, today it was 110 over 56 which apparently is not good.  She took it before I got in the shower and it was better.  Ever the care giver and worry wart she asked me not to lock the bathroom door in case something were to happen to me while showering.  I am not a very nice guy and will certainly be a prick for a laugh so halfway through my shower I dropped the shampoo bottle, slammed my foot on the shower floor and waited...I heard her thundering towards the bathroom, she threw open the door and said "John! JOHN!! Are you OK?!?".  I tapped my watch and said "Eight seconds, not bad but I think you can do better."  I suck.